The False Lover the Culun
Chapter 44. The first love of two men
# SHERINA POV #
I love you Sherina, I love you so much, baby.
Please, just look at me, never leave me again.
All the sweet words of Gibran this afternoon kept ringing in my mind.
I laughed at myself who was so excited when Gibran kissed me.
Since when I've been good at returning Gibran's kisses. My inner.
Without me realizing my hand that was supposed to sweep the blush brush onto the cheekbones, it now even swept it to my lips.
Then a few seconds passed, the brushstrokes on my lips began to feel disturbing.
I shook my head, hoping to regain my consciousness. It's weird, every time I'm with Gibran, or I think about Gibran, then my focus gets distracted.
"So great is the influence of falling in love" I murmured softly, commenting on what I was experiencing.
Followed by a smile and a red hue on my cheek even though I haven't applied a blush.
I continued my makeup work, before Gibran came to pick me up for the opening of Mami Laila's new boutique.
I've finished preparing, wearing a navy one shoulder dress. Dress with arms just next to her side is one of the dress models that will never be swallowed by the times.
What I like most about this dress is the accent from the side to the thigh, leaving the impression of a level foot and and look more challenging.
Tok ... tok ….
I'm sure the one who knocked on the door was Gibran. Before opening the door and meeting the man behind the door, I re-patched my body in front of the mirror.
Swirling around, walking left and right like a model at a fashion show, all just to make sure that my appearance is perfect.
Falling in love can be this crazy. My mind, accompanied by my smile that I cannot prevent.
Not wanting to make the handsome man wait too long, I hurried to pick up the clutch and head for the door to approach the idol.
Chequek, czech,
"Baby night" she said.
" Night," I said.
Gibran was silent with one of his eyebrows rising upwards, "Who's the fool?" Ask.
Blushes,
I shouldn't have to use a blush on my face, because Gibran can be a ready Al-Amin blush-on at any time. My inner.
"Could anyway?" My toot.
"Must" he answered briefly.
Then his foot stepped in through the door of the room, I had to take a few steps back because of my position behind the door.
With a frowning forehead, my netraku followed in Gibran's footsteps now standing in front of the mirror. I felt like I saw myself a moment ago.
I let out a breath. Something must have bothered Gibran, just because I refused to call him dear? My inner.
I closed the door and Gibran entered the room. I positioned myself standing beside him, exchanging glances with him through the mirror image.
"Not going now, is-who?" Although still stammered but I try to mention the word 'honey' which has just been required by law by Gibran.
But Gibran's vision, which scanned my appearance, made me feel a little awkward.
"Why? Is there anything strange about my appearance?" Many doubt.
Is my appearance too much? My inner.
The man still held on in silence, but one of his hands pulled me to the present position where Gibran hugged me from behind.
Once again, we stared at each other through the reflection of the reflection in the mirror.
Cup.
Gibran's kiss target is no longer my forehead, cheeks, or lips.
But my left shoulder was indeed exposed without any obstructions.
Then one of her hands gently caressed my arm. Strange waves again felt, heart rate that increases with breathing that begins to irregular.
It felt like a lot of butterflies flying in my stomach.
"Actually I'm not willing if this is seen by others" he said as he stroked my arm.
"Then?" My toot.
"If I ask you to change your clothes? Are you ready?"
"Huh? Need to change clothes again?" My toot.
There is a lack of relevance in my question.
Gibran did not immediately answer the man turned my body to face him.
Always without a cue Gibran kissed my lips again. Playing with my chewy thing covered in maroon-red lipstick.
A few minutes to exchange saliva, until finally the connection of our lips was over.
"Your lips always attract the attention of my dear" he said.
"Let's walk now, no need to change clothes, on condition that we never get away from me" he said.
I nodded and smiled in response to Gibran's request. It's easy enough in my opinion because I just have to be on Gibran's side.
Easy it?
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Boutique mami Laila which is still around the Seminyak area makes the journey to the party place does not take long.
The bright lighting, in that boutique tonight, was amazing in my opinion.
From where Kai parked his car, the sound of music was heard by me and Gibran.
"Gibran, mami Laila se -"
Not over yet but Gibran interrupted me again.
"Darling," he recalled.
Huhh, didn't I tell you that I'm not used to it. My grunts in my heart.
"I'm sorry dear .." - I replied Gibran with calmness.
My hand, which was originally holding Gibran, is now free because Gibran is now clutching my waist while walking in.
"Darling, everyone is looking towards us" I whispered.
"Let it be, let everyone know you and I already have the owner" Gibran replied casually.
We both approached Mami Laila who was busy welcoming the guests.
I gave her a bouquet of flowers, congratulating her.
"Congratulations Mami, may the boutique mami be more successful," I said sincerely.
Mami Laila greeted me warmly, as usual.
"You're so pretty tonight, Sherina," she said.
"Thank you Mam" I said.
"And you, beware of the pain of Sherina's son" threatened Mami to Gibran.
"Mommy kidnaps him and marries him to Rafie!" Mommy's Sweat.
Then Mami looked back at me with a sad look, "do you want to be pretty?"
I just smiled back at Mami Laila.
After greeting the owner of the party, Gibran and I joined Rafie and Harsya.
Several times I prevented Gibran from drinking the alcoholic beverages presented by Rafie, but that much he ignored my warnings.
"Well, baby, a few drinks won't make me drunk." His word.
I spread my eyes to see the whole party room. They all come from different people than me.
"What's wrong?" Chirp Harsya brought my attention back.
I shook my head, "There's nothing."
"Are you uncomfortable?" Ask Harsya.
I smiled, realizing that in a place that felt so foreign I still had Harsya who always understood me.
While chatting, our table was approached by a waiter who told Gibran that he had been asked to see his father.
I chose to stay with Harsya and Rafie, because I didn't want to make things messy. Especially seeing the piercing gaze of Madam Gia.
I saw Gibran and his father talking to some men in formal suits.
I think I'll be alone here long enough. My inner.
Harsya and Rafie are also currently greeting some of her business associates, leaving me to feel alone again in the crowd.
Stuffy.
Yes, the tightness is back to feel. Feeling alone, lonely, no one understands, was my daily meal that I didn't want to repeat or if I didn't want to remember.
Without me realizing it, apparently I had walked far enough away from the frenetic party. I busied myself looking for answers to strange questions I made myself.
"Why does the moon look so beautiful from where I stand? Is it always that beautiful? Or am I the only one who hasn't noticed?"
Echemm, ekhemm,
The silence of a man surprised me.
"Pasha," I said.
Yeah, I remember her name was Pasha, the cousin of Rafie and Gibran.
"You alone?" Ask.
"Hemm, that's it." Answer's short.
I hugged myself when I felt a strong wind.
"You don't want to come in?" Ask.
"I'd rather be cold than I'd be claustrophobic" I replied.
"May I accompany you?" Ask.
I nodded in response.
"But so you don't catch a cold and end up sick, put on my suit" Pasha said as she took off her suit.
Slowly he tried to put it on my shoulder. But not yet the suit touched my skin, Pasha's body was pulled back and a punch landed right in the jaw of Kokok.
"Aaaarrrgggghhh, "My screams were shocked by the sudden incident.
Hearing my screams, the man who was flinging his fists turned around and stared intently at me.
"Gibran .. dear …. Awasss," cried again.
When Pasha who just managed to get up and hit back Gibran.
...💕💕 To be continued 💕💕...